Luo Jiang's face was ashen, and she practically floated into the study. The moment she entered, she silently fell to her knees. Her mother's death seemed to have drained all joy from her life at once.
"Luo Jiang, do you know your crime?" Su Ziji stood before her and asked coldly, though inwardly he sighed.
Luo Jiang stared straight at the ground before her and Prince Dai's boots. "I know my crime."
It was an exceedingly straightforward answer.
Although Su Ziji had long known that Luo Jiang cared deeply for her mother, he had not expected it to run this deep.
It had to be said that even Su Ziji felt a measure of pity for dutiful sons and daughters. He had never intended to kill Luo Jiang in the first place, or he would not have gone around such a large circle to win her over.
With an inward sigh, Su Ziji said, "Come with me."
With that, he walked past Luo Jiang.
Luo Jiang was startled. Though she did not know where Prince Dai was taking her, she was not afraid. She rose and followed him. Prince Dai walked ahead, leading her along the corridor, around a rockery and pond, and through a moon gate before suddenly stopping.
Luo Jiang looked ahead, even more puzzled. Before them stood a secluded little courtyard. Prince Dai's Residence was enormous; even including the newly recruited residence guards, there were fewer than a hundred people, while the residence could easily accommodate several hundred. Half the courtyards currently stood empty, and this one was no exception. It was very quiet, and at night it would be pitch-black.
There was not even a single servant nearby. Only Wild Daoist had followed them over, making the footsteps of all three distinctly audible. Why had Prince